Chapter 22: Drunken Stupor

The news about the incident that had transpired at the mansion was all over the news. The sight of half naked late teens could be seen all over the place. Some completely drunk as they struggled to walk, others laying all over the floor while the swarm of cops could be seen all over.

The camera was fixated on the sight of a specific group of people who were hailed away in police cars. "What do you have to say, captain Hugh?" The reporter asked holding the microphone upto him.

"It's just as we had said, we will track down and cleanse this city clean. Today, we have been able to capture the son of one of the trio cartels in the city, The Lions. And it's only a matter of time before the rest are thoroughly dealt with."

Hugh mused, his tone stern and fueled with determination. The camera shifted to the sight of the gang of the Lions goons being apprehended before settling on Steven who had a spiteful look on his face before he too was hauled away.

"So do you have anything about as to what actually happened here?" The reporter asked once more. "We have yet to get to details of it but it would seem that a certain individual had spiked the drinks at the party making all those who had drunk it fall unconscious. The phone however seem to have been called ahead of time which was extremely helpful with us arriving on time."

Hugh mused as he would shift his attention from the reporter to the camera. "Well it feels as if there's a vigilante dedicated to taking down the cartels from this city." The reporter made a light joke. "Well it's quite clear whether this vigilante or not individual should leave it to the professionals."

Hugh mused before taking his leave. A swarm of reporters tailed him however he decided to take his leave. Cassie turned off the television as she gave a sigh of relief that the gang was easily contained and dealt with. "You were the one responsible for the first as well, weren't you?" She posed as she went over to the counter.

He had just gobbled down his third glass making his body reek of alcohol however he didn't have the whoozy demeanor that of an alcohol as he seemed extremely sober. "Yeah, do you want to drink with me, I feel that I owe you an apology after the party." He mused as he pushed a glass of wine her way.

She clutched it as she tried to examine it's content with he eyes shifted her eyes back to Andrew who was rather anticipative of her. He made his way to the television as he connected it with his phone via Bluetooth and turned up the volume.

Realizing that it was a playlist of her favorite tunes, she felt the scene feel a little too unrealistic for Andrew. She could tell that he couldn't get drunk but judging from his actions, it would seem that that wasn't the case however how wrong she was.

'So I was right! Even doses of sedatives and drugs alike have no effect on me. It feels like chugging down water. I guess I can never truly be free from this madness.' He concluded as he drank another glass of wine before clumsily making his way to Cassie.

Extending his hand to her like a gentleman however his stupor of drunkenness was rather comical.

She let out a small smile as she decided to indulge in the moment, drinking the wine down her throat however unlike Andrew, she could feel the foreign liquid trickle down her throat, the sensation a bit sour for her but she knew that it was an acquired taste.

She placed the glass onto the counter before accepting his request to which he didn't bother wasting his time closing his distance between the two of them. She could feel his hard chest to which her dainty arms rested upon and in his whims, he thrusted get into a world of delusionally comical stupor.

The two as if reenacting a scene fit for a ball, Andrew's arms resting on her waist while she had her arms wrapping around his neck. The two went on with their feet matching with the beat of the tunes.

It brought a smile upon her face as the two doused themselves in another glass of wine. She could feel the effects gnawing and claiming her body as she went on with their whimsical dance.

A few more drinks and dancing, she was completely drunk, her demeanor unraveled to showcase a somewhat easily irritated lady who wanted nothing more but attention to which Andrew gifted her all of his that he could. 'Is this what it should be?' He mused in his head as he kept on adding fire to the flames, the two taking more glasses of wine till Cassie couldn't anymore.

Barely standing and on the verge of falling to her feet, she let go of her body and feel into his embrace and the two crashed into her sofa. Her face completely flushed as she seemed to mumble something beneath her breathe.

"Andrew...hup...do you like me? I know that you don't...hup...feel anything but if you did, what would it be...hup...for me?" She asked as she drew circles on his chest. "I'm sure that I wouldn't be able to make a coherent word if I was regular but I would love you."

He spoke as Cassie threw her interest into his eyes. The same beady obsidian black eyes staring down at her drunken state while her faint blue eyes were captured by Andrew. A sleezy smile formed on her face, like a lunatic sighting something spectacular.

"I'm starting to see why a lot...hup...of people do things like this...hup..." She commented, barely capable of understanding what was happening around her. To her surprise, Andrew lifted her in a princess like manner to which she seemed to object.

"No, put me down! I'm not... hup...a baby!" She stated, flailing her arms and legs about however Andrew ignored her antics as the two came to the bathroom and gently placed her down at the toilet bowl. She was slightly disgusted by this.

"Do you mind telling me...hup...why we're in here and not in be-' Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp sting fastly rising through her tract to which she arched into the toilet bowl and vomit her contents.

The process went on for about a minute before she stopped. Pulling her head out, traces of toilet water and vomit could be seen which elicited her disgust. "Ugh! I'm so dirty! I can't believe...hup... believe that I would come to such a state..." With the help of Andrew, she stood up as she examined herself at the mirror.

Andrew helped her wash her hair and braid it back to form a ponytail that fully revealed her face. Something that she would quick to change however in her current state, she clearly wasn't in the state to do so.

Without warning, she hopped onto his embrace and as he expected it, he carried her over to her bedroom to which was shrouded in darkness. Turning a light on, she hissed which prompted him to keep it off.

Given he already had a layout of the place in his head, he made his way to the bed and gently placed her. He had also taken off the jacket she that leaving her in a large blouse that failed to spark any intrigue whatsoever.

The room was cool and silent, something that was easily shattered by her blabbering but given her condition, it was to be expected but before he could take his leave, she urged once more.

"Andrew, can you make me feel what the rest feel. When I looked down at them, seeing them get lost in their worlds of pleasure and all." Andrew looked at the drunken lady. Most of the intoxication was out of her body given the less hiccups she had but still, she wasn't in a sane state.

'A wish to experience what the rest felt.' He concluded as he drew closer to her and sat at the edge of the bedframe. She crawled closer to him before wrapping his arms around his neck. She pulled him closer to her and her taking the initiative sparked a kiss.

The kiss was soft and tender thanks to Andrew. His curse of knowledge helping him out. Of course the stench of alcohol reeked from the two of them and just like her, he was unaffected by it. He placed her pinned to the bed, her demeanor carefree as her hands rested callously on the bed.

It was clear that she had given him free reign of what to do with her body. He gave a sigh as he brought up her blouse which brought out her upper torso in full display. Her figure was small as her skin glistened with the faint lights that shone through the window thanks to the sweat she had kicked up during the dance.

He ran his fingers from her lips till all the way down to her chests where her fleshy mounds were. Her midriff easily seen given how frail her figure seemed due to her extreme blood donation for money.

He then went on as he lightly touched her tits which had now become hard. He would pull them lightly, flick them and knead her breasts which elicited all kinds of faint moans from her.

He leaned in for another kiss to which she savoured as her hands roamed all over his broad back as from time to time she would dig her fingers into his flesh. "There's more to it than that Andrew. Don't hold back with me."

She mused as she ran her fingers across his face, taking her time to appreciate his facials. "If you insist." He said flatly as he already knew what borders not to cross.

From there, he would leave his imprint all over her skin, be it bite marks that would have her moaning or nibbles to her ears while paying attention to her breasts, teasing them any chance he got.

Within the drunken stupor that she was in, she could feel a new and strange feeling crawl all over her body. It was nothing like what she had felt in her entire life but the one thing that she was sure about it was that she didn't want it to end.